So I did it for her.
After we buried her, I covered her resting place with daisies—no headstone, no name carved in stone. Just endless white blooms, growing quietly, holding every piece of love I could no longer give her.
Thorian… look at this, I thought bitterly, grief clawing at my chest. Look how many daisies there are. Danny would’ve liked this place, wouldn’t he?
But the moment I arrived—
Everything inside me snapped.
Selindra was already there.
An urn had been placed into the ground—her ground—while two of Thorian’s men shoveled dirt back into the grave. The daisies I had planted were crushed beneath their boots, torn apart without care. And off to the side—
Ashley’s urn.
Discarded like it meant nothing.
“What the hell are you doing?!” My voice broke into a scream as I rushed forward, shoving the men away with all the force I had left. My hands trembled violently, barely holding back the urge to lash out. “Who gave you permission to touch her grave?!”
Selindra recoiled instantly, pressing herself against Thorian as if seeking protection. Then her voice slid into my earpiece again—soft, trembling, perfectly crafted.